Huo Linfeng ate green vegetables and tofu for a long time, and Du Zheng made a table of gold dishes and jade, telling him to get used to it.

Elbow with bad sauce accompanied by spicy dishes, Shen Li Fu melon to solve the manic depression, candied lotus root, mixed silver fish and goose feet... a total of seven or eight dishes. Du Zheng poured the wine, and said happily, "Young master, eat quickly, this meal was invited by the shopkeeper."

Huo Linfeng was already eating the goose: "Treasurer?"

"Yeah." Du Zheng pouted towards the door, "So smart!"

Seeing that Huo Linfeng's entry into the Extraordinary Palace was a sure thing, the shopkeeper naturally did not dare to offend. Not only did not dare to offend, but also served with all his heart and made a good face.

The goose palm is delicious and fragrant, Huo Linfeng eats the sauce elbow after nibbling, but only chews with thin lips and white teeth. His sharp eyes dissipated, and he was open lazily.

After experiencing a fierce fight, he was completely relaxed and fled into the void like this. Du Zheng chanted "heavenly spirits and earthly spirits" and reminded: "Young master, dip in some chili peppers."

Huo Linfeng obediently dipped it in the chili pepper, even if he dipped it too much, there was no response. Du Zheng leaned over and squeezed his shoulders with his rough hands, trying to knead the scattered soul together. After a long time, a plate of elbow meat was almost finished, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

After he was alive, Du Zheng waited harder, leaning over to take a look, he seemed still a little stunned. He took a watery green peach from the porcelain pot, drained it and handed it over: "Master, Jie Jie Jie, what are you thinking about?"

Huo Linfeng caught it, and Wu Lan said, "Rong Luoyun." Once he took a bite, he was so sore that he would not recover, even the dead cold would be sour. He threw the peach and hurriedly grabbed a piece of sweet lotus root.

Du Zheng asked, "Master, what do you want Rong Luoyun to do?"

The bandit leader naturally had nothing to think about. Huo Linfeng was just wondering, why didn't Rong Luoyun return the veil? It's been two days, and the words have been said, why do you keep silent? Could it be that Rong Luoyun didn't pick it up at the time?

Du Zheng said, "Maybe he likes it, so he keeps it."

Huo Linfeng snorted coldly, Rong Luoyun could do it first and then kill, and he might not be able to hold the sheep in his hands. What's more, the elder sister is the oiran of the Qinglou, I am afraid that the skirts and hairpins have enough belly pockets.

Anyway, that ginkgo gray handkerchief was originally a windfall, and it was destined to lose it. He sipped another bowl of fish soup, filling the sweet and rich meal with satisfaction, and brought his sword to the window to wipe off the blood stains of the past two days.

The deer neck skin was in the small bundle, and Huo Linfeng reached out and turned it over, and found five or six embroidered and grass-drawn handkerchiefs. Thanks to him talking for a long time, there is a lot hidden here.

Du Zheng was startled when he saw this, his mouth was red with spicy sting, and his face flushed even redder. Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, he flew over and grabbed it, clutching his chest, not daring to look at Huo Linfeng's face. Huo Linfeng hugged his elbows, deliberately sarcastic: "You embroidered?"

Du Zheng's Qiqiao smoked: "I, how can I know." He was so ashamed that he could not stand upright, as if stepping on a pot of hot coals, "Yes, it was given to me by plum..."

The maid and the little servant, sitting next to each other under the window, chewed their tongues, cheering up as if no one else was around. Huo Linfeng still remembered this scene, and only laughed at it because he even gave away some souvenirs. He thought, how hard it is to find another one with one hard-working life, and how rare it is to relieve some mortal hardships when getting along with each other.

It's a pity that the return date is very short, which is gratifying and even more regrettable. He said annoyed, "If you didn't follow me back then, the gain outweighed the loss."

Du Zheng shook his head vigorously: "It's important to serve the young master." He hugged the handkerchiefs and smiled foolishly, "Give me the broken plum embroidery, but I don't want to give it if the embroidery is good."

He came to Huo Linfeng and coaxed a baby: "Master, don't worry about that gray veil, just pick one."

Huo Linfeng avoided his younger daughter's modalities, but it was still light gray, with the word "Du" embroidered crookedly on his feet. He put it properly, wiped the Cassia sword clean, and went to bed early.

The next day, Huo Linfeng went to Bufan Palace alone and met Ruan Ni and Zou Lin outside the palace. All three are the winners, and the "first-class disciple" still doesn't know who will win, and they are all weighing in their hearts.

Nearly ten hours later, there was a series of footsteps inside, and the heavy palace gate slowly opened.

The disciple who held the key to open the door welcomed them in. Zou Lin and Ruan Ni were in front, and Huo Linfeng was behind. He pressed his steps, and when he was about to step into the door, he couldn't help but look back, and looked at the blue sky with his eyes.

The door behind him slowly closed, and the first inner door in front was tightly closed, leaving only the three of them parked in the middle.

Huo Linfeng lightly raised his eyes and aimed at the high wall, but before his eyes could catch the wind in his ears. Diao Yuliang descended from the sky, the villain held a long spear, and the tip of the spear swept across all directions, killing the three by surprise.

Above the high wall, Lu Zhun slapped his body neatly, his hair was completely tied, and he held two machetes in his elbows. He bowed his head to see the clue, and immediately scolded: "Fourth! Why don't you beat Eucommia!"

Without him, pressing down on his body, willing to bend his waist for Snowflake Silver... Diao Yuliang was ashamed, and he dared not be biased again, cutting his teeth to kill hundreds of tricks. After half a column of incense, Diao Yuliang put away the gun: "After breaking through the three gates, remember to sew your clothes."

Ruan Ni's white robe and Zou Lin's black robe had several openings in the front and back. Huo Linfeng looked at himself and found that his arm was hit. Diao Yuliang opened the first sub-door, and at the same time, Lu Zhun jumped off the wall and landed inside the door.

He smiled like a spring breeze, holding an old saying: "I will drive this road, and I will leave it to buy road money."

The sound falls, the body spins, and the knife moves, as fast as a fleeting moment. Huo Linfeng has seen it before, this little God of Wealth moves so fast that he can't see the weapon. Ruan Ni took the lead to meet him, the silver hook was facing the machete, and the two handsome young men were fighting each other.

Lu Zhun's heart was trembling. If he wins the four rounds, it will not be conducive to the opponent's advantage. If he releases water, the second brother will blame him for his favoritism... It's so confusing. But in the end, it was the second brother that was important. He was merciless and cut Ruan Ni's left shoulder with a machete.

Huo Linfeng couldn't wait for a long time. He hid in the trees that day and didn't fight, and now he will settle accounts for Twenty Xiaowei. He threw himself up, his sword unsheathed, and he poured out 50 percent of his internal strength but used 100 percent of his strength.

At the moment when the shoulders and heels collided, Lu Zhun groaned in pain, and quickly called for a ruthless break. Huo Linfeng punched to the flesh, turned the invisible void into a sharp palm, and knocked Lu Zhun ten paces away.

Lu Zhun gasped and looked at Huo Linfeng in disbelief.

Huo Linfeng put his hands behind his back, and pretended to be ashamed: "I have lost my senses, the palace lord will forgive me."

He went straight to open the second sub-door, which was closed, with a narrow gap in the center. From the narrow to the wide, the figure of Yuli in the distance is exposed, holding the sword and holding the hand, lingering calm and elegant.

Rong Luoyun's eyelids are very thin, and they blink a little bit smartly when they lift up and down, and then glance at them, as if flowing through a cool stream. "Ruan Lang is still bleeding, is it okay?" he asked.

The same "Ruan Lang" was called out by Rong Luoyun, but there was no intimacy, it was very cold, very light.

Ruan Ni's face was dull, he didn't say much, and stepped forward to learn. Rong Luoyun didn't really feel pity for people, and immediately drew out his sword. If Lu Zhun was only quick, then he hated the quickness like gnashing teeth.

Huo Linfeng observed quietly, Rong Luoyun had a murderous aura. No matter who you are fighting against, you have the energy to swear to your life, and whoever you are fighting against is like avenging blood.

Ruan Ni was weak, and Zou Lin took over. Rong Luoyun paused for a moment, his brows were cold, but at this moment, he was filled with arrogance: "Don't grind your time with me, there's still one waiting there."

Huo Linfeng watched the battle, and before he could react, Rong Luoyun's eyes were already looking at him... as if he was waiting. "Well," he explained, "I'm in no hurry."

Rong Luoyun made a move, looking back, "I'm in a hurry."

Huo Linfeng was slightly startled, it seemed that Rong Luoyun was going to try his swordsmanship. At this moment, Zou Lin swung the whip, and the whip body trembled slightly under the infuriating qi. Huo Linfeng was taken aback by the strange advance and retreat steps, and the fantastic appearance of his coming and going.

The drunk snake drank the ice, and the whip wrapped around Rong Luoyun's long sword until it spread to the forearm. Rong Luoyun was like a frightened lynx who suddenly got angry and grabbed the long whip. The thorns on the whip were densely covered with thorns, which was no different from grabbing the blade with empty hands.

Zou Lin, who still used a unique trick, was defeated and was almost beaten back to the previous door.

Rong Luoyun didn't stop, and pointed at Huo Linfeng: "Du Zhong?"

Huo Linfeng replied, "Yes."

Rong Luoyun raised his chin lightly: "Draw the sword."

With a swipe, Huo Linfeng drew out his Cascade sword. The fierce battle of the previous two days was really boring, and now it is worthy of being called Zhengfeng. The two swords came out together, and the two of them were fighting like dragons and mallards, roaming freely in this side of the world. There is no pretense of tricks, and where the tricks are implemented, the swords are directed at the gate of life.

Rong Luoyun flickered and brushed Huo Linfeng's heart, causing his breathing to stop. After pausing for a while, he turned his face sideways, and he couldn't wait to provoke: "What was your trick called that day when the thunder set fire to the ground?"

——It is called Dingbei Jingfeng.

Huo Linfeng was speechless, and instead of answering, he asked, "Is the palace chief trying?"

Rong Luoyun turned and stabbed: "Wait for you all night!" Sword Intent breaks the clouds, which is the ultimate trick of the cloud-splitting swordsmanship.

Huo Linfeng faced each other head-on, two strong internal forces were like fire and water, Venus flashed silver and white, and there was a loud sound of bricks and stones bursting in his ears. The smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and it was really the thunder that stirred the fire. The two swordsmanships have the same effect.

Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun struck each other with swords, both physically and mentally shocked. However, the surrounding rocks splashed, Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes distractedly, staring at Rong Luoyun's still bleeding right hand.

When the sword qi dissipated, Rong Luoyun stepped back a little, Huo Linfeng looked at him, and seemed to see a vague, subtle appreciation.

The three doors are fully open, and the last one is left.

Duan Huaike didn't hold the weapon, he put the jade pot on his waist, and said, "The three of you can come together."

According to the storyteller, Huo Linfeng also probed into his deep inner strength. The three of them approached Duan Huaike, surrounded them, and when they walked, they noticed that the wind was blowing on their faces, as sharp as knives.

Zou Lin and Ruan Ni were already injured, and the drunk snake drinking ice, which was indistinguishable from reality, was strangled by the throat, leaving only blindness. The trick was unbearable, and the two leaned back and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Fighting with pure internal strength, his robes bulged, and the veil in Huo Linfeng's lapel was shaken out. After an addiction, he understood the truth of hiding the front and covering the light, so he was discouraged and surrendered at the moment.

The four palace masters appeared together, and in the depths, the disciples of the palace came pouring in, and everyone returned to their places.

Duan Huaike announced, "Du Zhong, Ruan Ni, and Zou Lin will join the Bufan Palace from today." Looking at Huo Linfeng, he smiled and said, "Du Zhong will take Xu Zheng's vacancy, any of the top disciples."

After closing the gongs and stopping the drums, Huo Linfeng suddenly realized that he didn't know whether this move was right or wrong. He didn't hear a word, and he stood up to the end of the hall in a trance.

Everyone walked in, but Rong Luoyun took a few steps to the left and picked up the handkerchief on the ground. He turned around and said, "Du Zhong, you've dropped your veil again."

Huo Linfeng came back to his senses, walked in front of the other party, reached out his hand to pick it up, but couldn't help but stop. Rong Luoyun's palm was full of blood, and the handkerchief was stained and mottled.

He moved his lips, took the handkerchief and folded it twice, gently pocketing it when Rong Luoyun retracted his hand. The blood rubbed against his hands, hot, creamy, and hard to entangle. Only then did he say: "Give the Palace Master a bandage."

Wrap it up and tie a knot, he is equivalent to pushing the boat with the current.

Rong Luoyun pointed his fingers, and the small knot pointed at the corner of the hand.

He couldn't help curling up... Napajiao swayed along with it.